Is it paradox
To find this cascade of water
As fascinating
As a campfire’s billowing flame
Elements in contrast
Matter and energy
Opposites
Yet akin
Falling or rising
Beauty
In the flow
Of nature
Is it paradox
To find this cascade of water
As fascinating
As a campfire’s billowing flame
Elements in contrast
Matter and energy
Opposites
Yet akin
Falling or rising
Beauty
In the flow
Of nature
I watch the hummingbird
Sipping nectar
Its wings but a blur
My eye cannot find
I watch the river
Cascades over rock
Imagine a smoothed blur
For an eye much slower than mine
The hummingbird sighs
Slows its speech to my pace
Time, you see
Whether stopped or a blur
Is a trick of the mind
The tumble and tumult
The cascade and chaos
All of it is pain
My being rent
By forces
External of choice
Until I realize
The flow of possibilities
Converge on a single channel
Even small choices
Alter my course
Through the rapids
I can navigate
Even the roughest water
Toward the serenity
Of a gentle flow
There is some beauty in this
The discovery of peace in turmoil
Every sunset
Leads to night
Every night
Leads to sunrise
Ever the flow
Of darkness and light
She flowed
Into the sea of humanity
With the ferocity
Of a flash flood
Creating whorls and eddies
And a floe of debris
Which endured long after
Humanity finally swallowed her whole
On a cool, calm morning
Overcast, serene
The river and the people
Flow out to the shore
There to be lost
In their own way
To the surf and the sea
This flow of life
This stream of possibility
This realm of plausible hope
Where I have seen
The interplay of darkness and light
And from it learned truly
That neither is possible
Without the other
Each renders texture upon the other
While the transitions between
Reveal the greatest insights
Some will argue for the flow
Some will argue for the current
I remind myself
Step back to appreciate the whole
Evaluate the emergent patterns
Given an opportunity to observe
Beyond the confines of existing paradigms
Seek the possibility of a new way
Oxbows and diversions
Rapids and reservoirs
Confined by circumstances
Wide and shallow
Narrow and deep
Always flowing toward the light
Golden warmth which fills my heart
Reflecting on the amber stream
Step back
Allow details
To live and flow
Breathes the rhythm
Breathes the rhyme
In the subtler play
Of space and time